Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
A Goddess Made of Light
Call it idolatry, if you like.
I'm addressing the Unitarians of Otter Tail County, Minnesota, on the topic of the Dea Gravida: the Pregnant Goddess.
As I speak, images of this common Phoenician iconographic type appear on a screen in the front of the sanctuary: where the altar would be if this weren't a Unitarian church.
Then—secular heresy—we commit an act of worship.
I step down from the platform. The congregation rises, and together we face the Lady who soars in midair before us, paradoxically both there and not-there.
Welcome to modern paganism. As I raise my arms, my inner ritualist smiles, making notes for future applications. Down the millennia, our people have directed their prayers to images of many kinds.
Now, through the magic of technology, we address a goddess made of light.
Lady of Time and Times:
through the days and weeks ahead,
may our waiting be fruitful.
So mote it be.
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